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Friday, Mar 26, 2021

Lyrics, Insane Noises Joakim Verona Voice Mattias Verona Soundcloud https://soundcloud.com/joakimv here goes some stuff about the people who collaborated on these songs. im just experimeiting with the laoyout never mind. block 1 here goes some stuff about the people who collaborated on these songs. im just experimeiting with the laoyout never mind. here goes some stuff about the people who collaborated on these songs. im just experimeiting with the laoyout never mind.
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Am I Alive

Am I Alive

Wednesday, Mar 24, 2021

Am I alive Or am i a dream If I'm a dream I could walk through walls I could realy see the lines Making up our world If I' m alive I could go to work I could watch the sky outside And have a cup of tea And if I'm a dream Maybe I could fly Maybe I could walk on clouds And I could own the world But if I am alive
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Glassheads

Glassheads

Tuesday, Mar 23, 2021

We flee from the Glassheads. The landscape is uncomforting. We swim to escape through a pool, large as a lake. We climb the tree clad mountain at the other side. The forest and snow slow us down. We catch a Glasshead! We try to crack its skull, but it's too hard. We bury it in snow and hope for the best. I loose my friends in the snow. Only I remain now.
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The Grid 1.0

The Grid 1.0

Tuesday, Mar 23, 2021

The grid is coming for you Oscillators. Aparently the brain operates at four distinct frequencies, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta Here I experiment with inducing the particular frequencies, electrically, combining a Moog analogue synthesizer and a muscle stimulator The shades of pain are quite different depending on the waveform It doesnt work too well, so continue with more traditional means of achieving trance, which I'm normaly good at Concentrating on things far away
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Forest Dream

Forest Dream

Monday, Mar 8, 2021

I'm outside a forest. Burning monkeys run out of the forest. Peasants stand petrified watching the monkeys. I enter the forest fighting whats within Somewhere, there's three pilars of steel. But theres way too many little people. They drag me down. I die in the forest. Later I wake up, drowsily I walk about. I find my body under a bush. My body's naked and almost transparent. All life is gone, my leg is cut off.
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